Monthly Archive for June, 2009

mermaid parade

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I went to Coney Island for the first time for the annual Mermaid Parade. I wasn’t 100% clear on what that meant until I actually witnessed it for myself, and among dressing up like mermaids or relevant nautical themed play-on words like “Splash Dance,” it also meant a lot of boobies, pasties, parisoles, spandex, sequins, men in drag, and freaks jumping around on stilts. Probably where American Apparel will cull their Fall/Winter ‘09 collection. The lady above was particularly a crowd pleaser.

There was an abundance of child participation. My favorites were the half naked mothers pushing their baby strollers.

Harvey Keitel was “King Neptune” and I shot a couple of close-ups of him later in the day along with a pretty decent polaroid to add to my celebrity polaroid collection that has reached a formidable total of three. (1 and 2 for point.)

Later I saw Harvey, (that’s what I call him now) telling his chaffuer to go get him some hotdogs and then I stalked the chaffuer as he pushed through the crowd at Nathan’s, eventually cutting in line and ordering (in an Eastern European accent) three hotdogs, one with saurkraut, and a small fry. And yes, I’m probably always that creepy. That’s why I have so many awesome friends.

And other Coney Island Shots

More pictures on my Flickr share.
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Things to Do: Go shopping for spandex.

Farrah Fawcett lost her battle with cancer. Michael Jackson lost his battle with crazy. RIP.

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Make it a better place!
For your and for me and the entire human race!
There are people dying, if you care enough for the living,
Make it a better place for you and for me.
(For you and for me.)
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Things to Do:
Be visibly moved in public interactions by their passings because I was a true fan.

Things to Make: Michael Jackson RIP t-shirts to hawk on the streets of New York

Watch Out For Rockets won’t lower your electric bill.

Jones and Rimbey DIY recording... Texas Style

As the sweltering Austin summer rolls in, dips at Barton Springs can only do so much to liven the oppressively hot days, and moist, stagnant nights. Escape from the heat, for many Austin musicians, often means a slowing of the music scene to a casual lope; those brave enough to perform put on their best face as they pit-stain t-shirts and drip buckets of alcohol ripe sweat all over an empty stage front as their adoring admirers crowd around fans that promise limited relief. It’s at such a time last year that the band Watch Out For Rockets, holed up in their living room turned practice space, recorded their latest release, Beasts with Hearts of Gold.

The album, packed with 19 some-odd songs, is the whimsical, eclectic follow-up to their headier 2008 debut album Let Me Levitate.  And though the short, lo-fi pop ditties were all recorded on a 4-track in their homebrew DIY recording studio, what’s sacrificed in recording quality and perfection is paled by substance and artisan.

The group is a testament to the appeal of the indie music scene in Austin. Front-man David T. Jones and fellow Wisconsinites Aaron Rimbey (half-brother) and Lucas Urbanski relocated in December 2003, in hopes of honing their musical abilities in the potpourri of Austin’s creative influence. Thrown off by the intense traffic and their not-so-glamorous residence off 2222, Austin wasn’t exactly what the guys expected.   “The summer really sucked. It was really hot,” Jones notes, a no shit moment for resident Texans.  And strolling with the customary gate of any bona fide Texas resident, the band didn’t get their act together until 2008, when Jones found himself homeless and indebted to Rimbey and Urbanski for occupying their living room.  Jones slept on the couch by night and recorded by day, each song an offering to repay their hospitality.  In the end, Jones conceived and recorded the majority of the songs and instrumentation, while Rimbey and Urbanski helped to polish what would be Beasts.

For people like me, who aren’t really in-touch with the woes and throws of the musical creation procesWatch Out For Rockets: Beasts With Hearts of Golds, WOFR’s may seem like a goofy, bizarre experimental undertaking, some of their songs impossible to wrap your mind around and appreciate upon first listen.  Beasts with Hearts of Gold is the sort of thing that grows on you, like that boy in middle school you gave the customary go around with just to secure your presence at the Winter Solstice Sock-hop.  You soon fell head over heels, despite the backne, crooked teeth, and math ineptitude, and in a rush of hormones and idyllic childhood fantasies, you knew you guys would be together forever.  Though he summarily dumped you for Vicky Haggins (who at the time was the only girl in school handing out BJs,) that pre-teen surge of emotion carved a special place in your heart.  Listening to Beasts will take you to that happy magical time when everything was just right, and though a few notes of regret and sorrow may foray into the memories, it is, at worst, poignantly bittersweet.

Image Courtesy of Stacey L. Wilhelm’s Facebook Upload

The group has recently acquired drummer John Terhaar with the hopes of plugging their existence at shows around Austin.  With their last show being their third performance at Beauty Bar and their fourth all-together, my only wish is that they manage to break away from that scene and play to people who might actually be able to conjure appreciation without fear of mussing up their musical reputation.  With their GBV inspired quirkiness and lackadaisical views of current Austin music trends, that may a lofty ambition.

http://myspace.com/wofr

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Things to Do: buy their album, watch this animated music video of sorts I made for them

Things to Make: An account at Lala.com and listen to their album online (as well as any other album at least once, I think that’s raaaaaad).

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After a glowing, love-struck school-girl review from a first time music blogger (and likely one-time), I think it’s fair to disclose a conflict of interest as I’m actually romantically involved with Jones, the handsome, charming, insanely talented musical all-star. Before you discredit my account as love induced, eager-to-please garbage, I’d like to insist that I too was once a single lady in Austin, and I quickly learned to add “musician” as a point of disinterest in grooming my potential hookups. As a girl who smiled blankly at the bassist at the bar rambling about the three bands he graced with his talent, I think the staying power in our relationship is a testament to my complete appreciation of what he’s got going on. In the end, even if I’m still beholden, it’s not like I’m using him for his money.

And what brings you to New York?

I applied/received an ambiguous IFC/Sundance Film Channel internship through a sponsoring foundation, and the winner got a stipend to go do it in New York.  Since I was essentially going to live in New York City for free, I uprooted all of my summer plans in Austin, including working, saving money, and graduating, for not graduating and working without pay and ultimately losing money.

As for the internship, I found out I am a marketing intern for IFC, working with grass-roots campaigns.  My work detail has included creating pages and pages of Wikipedia content for shows and walking around Brooklyn distributing flyers and trying my damnedest not to fall asleep.  I have been promised a day a week with the editing department but we’ll see if that happens.  I am in a hoteling space on the AMC floor butting elbows with a very hardworking freelancer.  I feel bad for her cramped up in here.

Emmy’s on the American Movie Classics floor at Rainbow Media

Emmys!

Some pictures I took while flyering in Brooklyn for the “mumblecore” web series Like So Many Things.   (Park Slope, Williamsburg, Flushing)


On a side note… I was warned, but OH MY GOD.  Park Slope is crawling with babies, strollers, and women waiting for their water to break.  And there is no significant age range in babies either, it’s like women get pregnant, move to Park Slope when they are 7-8 months in, have a baby then push it around for awhile, then up and leave to the suburbs when they’re tired of having to wait in long lines of strollers to get a latte.

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I tried half-heartedly to get a flexible job, but it looks like a minimum requirement to work in retail or food here is being at least 30 and moderately rude.

So I added one day a week to my “work” schedule with an internship at Mayhew Breen Productions.  They used to make awesome commercials, but now they make infomercials, and by infomercials I mean “Buuuut wait!  Call within the next 15 minutes and we’ll throw in an extra sharp cutting blade absolutely free!”  It’s pretty amazing.

The first day I was there, they were recording the voice overs for a new exercise device.  I got to witness an absolute infomercial KING switch from his nasally New York City accent to the commanding, firmly persuasive and upbeat voice of that infomercial guy which is embedded into every American’s psyche.  I’d have to say I can scratch that one off my bucket list.

A clip I recorded of him coming from the monitors.

I’ve been taking lots of pictures, don’t know what is or isn’t worth sharing.

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Things to Do: finish Wiki pages uughh

Things to Make: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$

I’m from Texas, y’all!

I am in New York City for the summer.  Never been, always wanted to.  People always poo-pooed the idea in my youth because it was “too expensive.”  While it is expensive, I think anyone with a goal and commitment can really make it their own here.

Initially I feel like I’d totally get lost, there’s so much to do, so many pursuits to be had.  I’m taking it one step at a time.   While I’ve only been here for two weeks, I’ve made a few notable observations about New York City that rival my native ways down in Texas.  Now and in future posts, I will detail these observations, so that perhaps you, middle-America aspiring New Yorker internet user, may one day visit with ease and enlightenment and wisdom.

1. “Excuse me,” as muttered by the people gently nudging and carefully prodding and desperately sliding in between jostling bodies on the subway or on the streets really means “I need to get by” or more honestly “MOVE.”

I get it, I understand it, it’s a necessity in many situations, in fact I’ve employed it with empowerment. But if someone touches me again when it is not necessary to add earnestness or authority to their “excuse me” I am going to punch them… or cup their shoulder or touch their elbow or nudge their waist. Let’s see how their body parts feel being so ever-politely violated.

Conversely, in Texas, there really is no need to tell people to move.  There’s so much room and Texas is so huge that I’m pretty sure it’s in our constitution that we all are entitled to guns and an arm’s width of personal space at all times.

2. “CASH ONLY” is not a sign you ever see, but it’s a policy that is often invoked by the shops and stores and restaurants.

I whole-heartedly embrace the right for a business to avoid banking fees and to evade taxes, it’s a beautiful thing to let the little guy get away with things every once and awhile.  But come on! A SIGN would be lovely. And I LOVE arbitrary credit card minimums.  A little sign for that would be lovely as well, and I’d respect and honor it, but after I wasted 15 minutes in your store carefully picking out the most cost effective pen and appropriately shaped notepad just to have to abandon it on your counter because $7.98 doesn’t meet your “credit card minimum” that wasn’t disclosed by any signage or pre-transaction interaction, I don’t think I’ll be buying a stupid keychain to make it to the $10 because of your lack of transparency.  It’s a courtesy to the customer, and a courtesy that would have been returned by me selecting a slighty thicker notepad and a gelly-ier pen.

And is it even a good idea to carry cash in New York, especially traveling alone mostly as a small, fragile girl whose poker face would scream “I HAVE MONEY PLEASE DON’T HURT ME?”  That’s stupid, right? Yeah… I thought so.

Conversely, in Texas, our economy is always inexplicably booming, our small businesses have effectively been obliterated by Wal-Marts, and if you carry cash around, you’re probably a drug dealer.  So, you know.

3. People don’t really walk as fast as every one says they do.

The truth is, there are a bunch of dumbasses that mosey around, that stop in the middle of the crosswalk to point out “how tall” a building is while 100 people are trying to get inside those big buildings.  I think some of these people are tourists who then spread lies about how rude and fast everyone was in New York, failing to mention their sight-seeing idiocy at 5PM rush hour.  You suck.  Sorry if we’re moving too fast when you’re not moving at all, please get the fuck out of the way.  Oh, I mean, “Excuse me.”

There is no comparison in Texas. If we need to get somewhere we don’t walk, we get in a 4-runner and drive like idiots instead.

4. In New York, people let their dogs shit on sidewalks. And then don’t clean it up because it was diarrhea.

In Texas, we have yards our dogs can shit in.

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I learn something new every day about New York, and hopefully by the end of August I’ll have an idea of whether or not I can hack it in the city.  I think with a little more experience and secret pockets in my jacket to store cash, things may be looking good.

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Things to Make: Friends, enemies, lots of money

Things to Do: Get out of the way.

I just created a blog called Things to Make and Do, a blog about Things to Make and Do

Hi. My name is Noël.
I have been contributing to the online world since I was 12 years old, but back in “the day” animated gifs and crappy web layouts and lolling weren’t ironic, and I contributed to all of them with sincerity. But pressured by the quickly evolving necessity to establish an online identity– a fancy, saavy, beautiful and charming persona who can laugh appreciatively at the quaintness of what the internet looked like 10 years ago– I realized I need to get my shit together and take my stake in the NEW World Wide Web. How will I do this? I don’t know.
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Things to Make: a Blog
Things to Do: Commit to what form of my name will dominate Google search results.